Property of the Beta's Son [discontinued]

0.5

"Kenna, wake up." A deep voice floods my ears, interrupting my dreams. "Kenna, baby, wake up, now!"



  I groaned and turned around, so I was lying on my stomach and my head was buried in the pillow on Tristan's bed. I didn't want to wake up and I didn't want to talk to Tristan or anyone. I wanted to go back to sleep and ignore the presence of everybody.



   I had woken up earlier, a bit groggily, and the little fiascoes I made last night hit me full force. I remember drinking so many shots, dancing with Ava and Stella, taking many pictures of my regrets, and crawling into Tristan's bed. I remembered the Tristan’s bed part the most.



  I was a bit infuriated with myself by letting my wolf take the reins and lead me to my mate. But, I was set into a loosen state that it made kind of thankful. I wasn't going to spend my night alone or I wasn't going to do another regretful thing. I was going to be cuddled up with my mate. Where I belong.



   I shouldn't think this way, but I did. I hated Tristan, and my wolf loved him and his wolf. I didn't like it, but I will respect it. We have mates for a reason, Mom says, and we, as wolves, should respect that even if you don't like them or you can't stand them.



  "Kenna." Tristan's rough hands wrapped around my shoulder, and shook them. I groaned some more, pissed at him for doing the action. "Kenna, come on!"



  His hands traveled down to where the sides of my torso was, not budging. Sparks bubbled on my skin, even if I was wearing a shirt, and something that was close to lust poured through my body. I could sense my eyes turn into a darker shade of green.



  I had kicked my jeans, beanie, and boots last night. My shirt was ridden up a bit, showing off my long tan legs. The rational part of my body was thankful that only my legs were showing on my bottom half and nothing else. My irrational part of my body was angry that my legs were the only thing showing.



  On instinct, I turned around to face my mate. His hazel eyes bored into mine, widening a bit when he noticed that my eyes were covered in a thick blanket of lust. As if it was a cue, his eyes darkened, too. He nuzzled his head in the crook of my neck, giving me light kisses.  



  My hands lost themselves in his hair, tugging them. He groaned, causing his teeth to scrape the alcove of my shoulder. I shuddered, that was the spot where he was suppose to mark me. The thought blossomed at the back of my mind and into the front. 



   Tristan moved himself, so he straddled my hips. He bit, softly, right above my soft spot. I groaned in frustration, pushing my neck closer to him. My wolf wanted Tristan to pepper me with kisses and stay in this moment forever.



  He chuckled at my reaction, but he didn't comply with my tempting neck. Rather, he trailed kisses up to my jaw. Sparks were shared between us, and I didn't care if I didn't like Tristan as a person. He was giving my undeniable pleasure right now and that was the only thing that mattered.



   Once again, he bit, lightly, but this time on my jaw. He looked up, at that moment, his eyes sparking in desire. He bit his bottom lip, as if he was trying to tease me. He was teasing me, and I didn't know how, but that turned me on even more.



   "Tristan." I moaned his name. "Please."



  He gave a short exhale, making me smirk at how much I affected him. His mouth was so close to mine, I could just move down a bit, then our lips would connect. He lifted up a bit, so his elbows were on both sides of my face. His mouth hovered over mine. Just as he was lowering down, his bedroom door flew open.



  "Son! Haven't you heard my yells for you- Kenna?” Tristan's father burst through the room, interrupting our almost kiss.



  Tristan's eyes snapped open, no longer were they sparking, but were wide. I knew my eyes mirrored his. Oh God, what did I just do? I was ready for Tristan to do anything with me. Anything. That thought disturbed me, my wolf was purring at the thought.



   Tristan scrambled off of me, pulling the comforter to cover me, and rose to his full height beside the bed. I shut my eyes in embarrassment, and pushed my head further into the pillow. I wanted the ground to swallow me full to put me out of my misery.



  "Tristan, what is the meaning of this?" I could sense Beta Harrison's fiery glare set on my mate and me.



  "U-Um, well..." Tristan trailed off, his voice deep and husky. I wanted to put him and myself out of our misery, so I sat up and opened my mouth. I had both pair of eyes trained on me.



  "I can't really put this subtle, but... Tristan and I are... mates?" The end of my sentence sounded like a question. I didn't know how Beta Harrison would react to this and I didn't want to test the theory, at all.



  "You're mates?" Beta Harrison tilted his head to the side, examining the two of us. He pursed his lips, bring his head back, and shrugged. "Okay, Kenna, you should tell your father soon. He's been waiting for you to find your mate. Tristan, I need to talk to you... Alone."




  Tristan, meekly, nodded and followed his father out of the room. I collapsed back on the bed, sighing. I was amazed at Tristan's father's reaction. Who would think Beta Harrison was chill? He didn't look the part with broad shoulders and black crew cut hair. 


 My thoughts led me to my family. What would they think about Tristan as my mate? They did always love Tristan as if he was their son, but being their daughter's mate? I don't know how my parents felt about that. Now, what about my sister?



  She would hate it. She hated Tristan even more than I did. After all, she was best friends with Kylie and did everything together. What he did to Kylie made something bad glint in her, causing her to be preposterous for a solid six months.



 Stella would probably not talk to me for maybe three months, making me think that it was my fault that I got paired up with Tristan as his mate. Yea, it was stupid on her part, but she lost her best friend because of Tristan. Ava words of him not knowing about Kylie trailed through my thoughts.



  Maybe he didn't know what Kylie was doing. Kylie and I was both drunk out of our minds, and thought it was would be the best idea to follow our illogical plan. Of course, Tristan would snap into Beta mode. Maybe I could defend Tristan, but how could you defend someone if you can't trust him?



  I don't know. What have I gotten myself into now?

   


A/N:

  Tristan and Kenna were suppose to have this big talk in this chapter, but I pushed it into the next chapter. I hope that I will be updating a lot this week since I have February Vacation.